Chapter 54: 54: Pleasure Paradox

BELLE

Forty-five minutes later, I was splayed out over Grayson’s bare chest, completely breathless as sweat dripped down my still-buzzing body.

Grayson’s fingers—the same fingers that had been inside of me only moments before—were running up and down my back in lazy strokes, leaving pleasurable shivers in their wake.

He had just given me two of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. He was getting so good at making me come that he barely even had to try anymore.

He just played my body like a violin, knowing exactly what to do to have me flying over the edge repeatedly, however many times he wanted, without any mercy.

But something inside of me still itched—~had~ been itching for the past several weeks.

No matter how much time we spent in this bed, or in the shower, or against our kitchen counter, or on the living room floor, bringing each other to new heights, it was never enough.

There was this constant need inside of me that was growing stronger with every passing day, becoming nearly impossible to ignore. I wanted—~needed—~him in a more intimate (dirty) way.

I wanted more than just the orgasms we gave each other with our hands or mouths or desperate rubbing in the middle of the night.

Lifting my head, I propped my chin on his chest and looked up at my mate. He was staring up at the ceiling with a stoic look on his face, lost in deep thought.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice when my hand began to wander lower, along his pecs and over his hard abs.

We had a sheet thrown over us, covering our lower halves, but Grayson was still wearing his gym shorts.

And by the looks of the outline of his hard cock that was deliciously visible even with the sheet and his shorts covering it, he wasn’t nearly as satisfied as I was.

I nervously chewed on my lower lip as my fingers dipped under the edge of the sheet to play with the waistband of his shorts.

I felt his body stiffen beneath mine, but he didn’t make any moves to stop me. Unlike Grayson, I had few opportunities to pleasure my mate—and not from lack of trying.

This was how things would usually go between us: he would take his time making me fall apart, but when it came to his pleasure, he always found a reason to stop me.

So you can imagine my surprise—and delight—when he didn’t try to pull my hand away from him this time.

Slowly, carefully, I wrapped my hand around his rock-hard cock. I paused again, but he still didn’t move. Instead, he closed his eyes, and I started to stroke him with long, deliberate movements.

I felt him thicken even further under my touch, and a deep satisfaction ran through me. It was proof that I had the same effect on him that he had on me.

I knew it was ridiculous, but sometimes I worried about that.

“~Fuck~, Belle,” he groaned when I ran my thumb over the tip before shifting my hand back down. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

I pursed my lips to keep from smiling. I pressed them to his neck. “Oh, I think I might have ~some~ idea.” My hand squeezed the base, and his hips shot up. He let out another deep groan.

Giddiness took over.

He might actually let me do this.

GRAYSON

Belle’s perfect little hand was wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking it up and down.

Her bare breasts were pressed up against my chest, hard nipples digging into my skin, sweet lips kissing and sucking on my neck.

My wolf paced in my head, loving every second of what was happening and encouraging it with deep growls that I’m sure Belle could hear. She was probably taking them as a good sign. But she shouldn’t.

I couldn’t do this.

Frustration was welling inside of me as I said, “Belle… I put my hand over hers to stop her movements. Maybe we should—”

“No!” she instantly snapped back, shocking me. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Belle was on top of me, straddling my stomach.

Her wet pussy was pressed up against me, definitely not helping my situation.

“Please let me do this, Grayson,” she continued. “Please let me make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

Fucking Moon Goddess, help me.

My mate—the sexiest little specimen on planet Earth—was sitting on top of me, completely naked, eyes pleading, begging me to let her stroke my cock until I came. And I couldn’t let her.

I just couldn’t. Not without losing control. Not without doing something I would regret.

She must have been able to read my expression because her face fell. All of the confidence she had been exhibiting only moments before was suddenly gone. Her shoulders deflated, and her chin dropped slightly.

“I-I mean—” She looked away. She sounded so unsure of herself and timid that it nearly broke me. “Only if you want me to. I don’t want to pressure you or…f-force you or anything. I never mean to—”

“~Force ~me?” I interrupted. I sat up slightly, leaning back on my elbows. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. “You think you have to force me?”

Her lower lip started to wobble slightly. “I-I don’t know, Grayson.” She crossed her arms over her bare breasts to hide herself from me, still avoiding my gaze. “I’m sorry. This is all dumb—”

She made a move to get off of me, but before she could move, I gripped her hips. She thought I was going to let her go after what she had just said? “Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere.”

Belle squirmed with embarrassment but couldn’t get away from my hold. I didn’t think she realized she was rubbing her wet pussy all over my abs, coating my stomach in her arousal.

I was hyper-aware of how easy it would be to tilt her hips down so that her swollen clit was pressed to me. Christ, I would love to watch her come undone while she dry-humped my abs.

It was suddenly all I could think about. I bet it would only take her a few minutes until she started to pant in the way she always did before she started to scream my name.

I could already imagine how beautiful she would look from this angle.

And it would be so easy to shift her back so that her cumming pussy was on top of my cock.

My hands unconsciously tightened on her hips, getting ready to give her another orgasm.

“Grayson?” Belle asked me, her quiet voice snapping me out of whatever lust-induced hypnosis I was under. Jesus Christ, I was going insane.

My eyes snapped up to hers. My wolf was clawing against the walls of my unconsciousness, huffing and growling with impatience and rage.

He didn’t understand why I wasn’t taking advantage of this perfect opportunity to mount my mate and finally make her mine once and for all.

He was even sending me mental images of Belle splayed out for me in different positions, my thick cock thrusting into her over and over—

~Shit, fuck, fucking, shit, fuck!~

I felt like slamming my head into a wall. I needed to stop thinking about this. This was exactly why I needed to put distance between us.

My mate was trying to express her concerns to me, and all I could think about was fucking her and all the different ways I could make her come.

I could feel my body growing, arms sprouting with dark hair as my wolf pushed to take over.

“Are you okay?” Belle continued when I still didn’t respond. She studied my changing body with wary eyes. “Did I say something wrong? Did I upset your wolf?”

Fuck, was she really asking me if ~she~ was the one in the wrong here? How could she not see it was me? It was ~me~ who took her away from her old life and then destroyed her heart.

Then I took her back only to, once again, put her in danger by being with me. ~I~ was the problem in this relationship, not her. Never her.

“You know what? Never mind,” she said. “I didn’t mean to start anything.” She swallowed. “A-and now I honestly just feel a little embarrassed. I should get ready.”

With red cheeks and humiliation seeping through our bond and wrapping itself around my heart like a boa constrictor, Belle grabbed a blanket and pulled it around her.

She couldn’t even look at me. “Liam is going to be here soon, and I know you probably need to get back to work.”

I let her crawl off of me because there was nothing else I could do. I needed to get control of my wolf before I let anything else happen.

If I let her continue, I couldn’t promise I would be able to stop. I would take her right here, right now, my intention of protecting her from the potential danger of shifting into a Fae be damned.

If she had her hand or lips or, fuck, if she even ~breathed~ on my dick in the next few minutes, and I ~didn’t~ take advantage and mate with her, I knew my wolf was too worked up to keep himself from shifting.

He wouldn’t hurt her—he would never do anything like that; no, he would do it purely out of rage. Because he didn’t know what else to do.

Because he was just as frustrated and wound up as I was.

Because Belle was making it clear she was willing and oh-so-deliciously horny, and I couldn’t do the one thing that would give her any lasting relief without also potentially causing her lasting harm too.

And I couldn’t have that. And I sure as hell couldn’t have my wolf shift when she was in this state. It would terrify Belle, and she was already so timid and unsure when it came to sex.

But I also couldn’t leave her like this, thinking she had done something wrong. Yeah, fuck that.

I stood, not even bothering to cover up as I strode after her. She had scampered off into our walk-in closet to hide.

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers when she saw me. I’m sure I looked just as rabid as I felt.

My muscles were stiff and flexed with the effort to stay in control while my wolf was still pushing me to shift, making my already intimidating form seem bigger and more threatening.

To add to that, my nearly purple and still very hard cock was bobbing up and down with every step I took, slapping up against my stomach with heavy smacks.

I didn’t say a single word before grabbing her by the chin and smashing her lips to mine. She squeaked in shock but didn’t fight the kiss, instantly giving in to me and opening her mouth to invite my tongue in.

This wasn’t a sweet or loving kiss like the ones we normally shared.

I kissed her thoroughly and aggressively, pushing my stone-like cock up against her stomach, leaving her with no doubt about how much I wanted her and how much of an effect she had on me.

After a few minutes, I finally pulled away and found great satisfaction in the way Belle let out a needy whimper and tried to pull me back to her. She was too fucking cute.

“I want you, Belle,” I told her, maintaining my hold on her chin to keep her eyes on mine instead of looking away in discomfort like I knew she wanted to do. “I want you so badly it hurts.”

I couldn’t even believe my need for her was something I had to ensure her of. The fact that she was having any doubts was simply unacceptable.

Her damn lip started to wobble again, threatening to bring me to my knees. “Then why…?”

“I’m already late for a meeting with Zagan.” It was a lie but a white one. One that saved her from falling down a rabbit hole of doubt about our relationship that simply just wasn’t necessary or true.

“I would love nothing more than to let you have your way with me, but I know I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back if that happened.

“Things would inevitably progress because I can’t have you touching me in that way without needing more. ~A lot more.”~

Her mouth dropped open with her deep inhales of breath, the smell of her already overwhelming arousal becoming even more concentrated in the air.

My wolf sent an image of me pushing her against the wall before taking her roughly and burying my teeth into her neck.

I paused, gritting my teeth as I pushed the image out of my head.

“And I have a busy day,” I continued after a moment. My voice was so deep and laced with growls I was surprised she could even understand me.

“I can’t start something I wouldn’t be able to finish. And nothing between you and me will ever be rushed.

“You deserve my undivided, ~thorough~ attention when we finally take that step so that I can worship you for hours upon hours until you beg me to stop.”

Belle nodded, but her eyes were dilated, and her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath she took.

Hmm, perhaps telling her I was barely holding myself back from fucking her had not been the right thing to say. Her arousal was so strong now that I could practically taste it in the air.

All of the relief I had given her with the two orgasms from earlier was completely eradicated.

“But then, why were you mad? Why did you look like you were about to shift?”

“Because I ~do~ want you. I had to hold my wolf back from shifting because he wanted you so bad.”

That answer seemed to relax her a bit and ease some of her doubts. “Oh,” she whispered.

When she didn’t say anything else, I pressed my lips to hers once more, sweetly and tenderly this time.

She melted against me like she always did, and I was appeased by her reaction. She wasn’t trying to pull away, and the feeling of her embarrassment in the bond had started to subside.

Seconds later, I pulled back. “Now, go take a shower before Blackwood gets here. Only I get to know what your wet pussy smells like, and I know for a fact you’ve made another mess down there.”

Her blush was back. “Oh, God, what time is it? Liam is going to be here soon!”

“Then you better get going. Because there’s no way I’m letting you leave our wing looking or smelling like that.”

She squeaked and ran off toward the bathroom, dropping the sheet she had wrapped around her about halfway there.

The sight of her perky little ass jiggling so enticingly was the last I saw of her before she slammed the door shut behind her.

~Dear Moon Goddess, help me.~